In the serene area, two monsters, one collapsed on the ground, while the other looked regretfully at its body.
Jia Yan gazed at the fallen Souwu, recalling the first encounter with the old fellow, who had rambled on crazily about collaboration.
And then the cooperation over the past half year, they had indeed become quite familiar with each other, yet unexpectedly, here they were, reduced to such a state.
"If I had a choice, I'd rather you never regained consciousness and remained the crazy old Souwu forever, how good that would be." Jia Yan looked at his old friend with whom he had spent some time and shook his head slightly.
It wasn't so much sorrow, since the other party had calculated against him first, and Jia Yan felt he was right to have killed him.
"Alright, let's see what this Chaos Fruit that Souwu had been chasing after really is." Jia Yan diverted his gaze from Souwu's body and looked at the Chaos Fruit, a large chunk of which had been torn from its body.
